Dark Paths: Love.
by Dyoxis
Loneliness is a strange state of being. A pony could have no friends, no family, no one at all, and yet still not be lonely. Likewise, a pony an entire world of friends could still be lonely. Many who have "Escaped" Their dark past live a life of loneliness and sadness
Sadly, i regret to inform you that this story does not begin happily, but whether it ends happily is yours to judge.
Staring into a magnifying lens attached to his reading glasses, Tinker Redhooves magically levitated a set of tweezers, slowly working a small piece of metal between two teeny tiny magical batteries on a seemingly ordinary piece of green plastic. Laying down the tweezers, he picked the piece of plastic up off of the cluttered metal workbench and placed it between a set of pulleys on the underside of a miniature carriage. The wheels sparked to life, rolling forwards without seemingly any propulsion at all.
He picked up his quill and parchment and began to take notes on the carriage, taking in every time the engine faltered or stopped. To his dismay the carriage tipped and the left wheel and the carriage began spinning madly. He heard a Crrrrack as the wheel snapped off of its axle, sending the metal lined wheel bouncing around the room, shooting sparks off of any other metal it touched, finally coming to rest on the floor in front of him.
"Better than last time," He sighed running his right hoof through his mane. "at least the engine ran."
He threw his clipboard violently down on the table, sending a few research notes flying into the air, floating downwards and collecting at the foot of the table. He lifted his eye glasses off of his face and sat them, far more gently than with his clipboard, on the table as well.
The house was dark from the lack of lit candles in the room. it was pushing on 11 o'clock, and his eyelids were getting heavy, heavier.heavier.
...
Redhooves was standing in the dim light of the moon, just clearing his head. he heard the balcony door creak open behind him. Turning to face them, he...
Redhooves woke with a start. The dim morning light creeping through the dusty windows. He looked outside, expecting no-one, and receiving no-one. It had been a month since he had moved here...purchased the house from Mayor Mare. nopony had be walking around that day, the streets were utterly dead as he strolled into town hall.
Suddenly he found his thoughts focused on that mayor... something about his memory was a little... off. That pony seemed ages younger than she claimed to be...and Redhooves could seem to remember the slightest pink spot on the tip of her mane....
*Knock Knock Knock*